It took me a few seconds to remember where I was when I woke up Sunday morning. Had the previous night really happened!? Would everybody pretend none of it took place? Would Chrissy still like me? Or would we all die from embarrassment and never look at each other ever again?
I got dressed and crept across the room, listening for noise from Mary's room. It was silent and I tip-toed to the living room, deciding that making a clean break was the best way to handle the situation.
I turned to find Chrissy standing in the hall way in her Snoopy nightshirt.
"I wasn't sure if anybody wanted to see me this morning after last night," I admitted.
"We're the ones who started it."
"Sometimes things are different the next day."
"Not for me," Chrissy let me know.
"It was one of those things that happens in a mob mentality moment of teenage sexuality, exploration, temptation, and dare," I said. "Then nobody talks to each other again."
"I'll still talk with you," Chrissy said.
I smiled and nodded with relief and happiness. And I knew it was now or never for us. "Would you like to go out to breakfast with me?" I asked.
"Yes," she said happily and then she started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I wondered.
"Geez, see what I had to do to get a date with you!?" She joked.
"I really like Mary's sleepovers," I said with a wide knowing smirk.
"I'll go get dressed now," Chrissy said.
I watched her disappear into Mary's bedroom realizing that we had done the whole romance thing backwards but I suppose now that we knew each other so naked intimately we were off to a good start!